The bodyguards sprang into action, roughly hoisting the beaten gang members onto their feet. Despite their weak, trembling protests, the bodyguards showed no mercy as they dragged the criminals out of the warehouse and toward the waiting SUV.The fake barman, his face still contorted with guilt and shame, was escorted along with them, his own restraints a reminder of his betrayal.The SUV’s engine roared to life, and the vehicle began to move, carrying its grim cargo through the city streets. Nathan sat in the back of his car, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, the silence in the vehicle heavy with the weight of their mission. His bodyguards, ever vigilant, flanked the subdued gang members, their expressions stern and unwavering.After a tense drive, the SUV arrived at the gates of the Wilson mansion. The mansion was a grand estate, surrounded by high walls and lavish gardens. Memories of how he was humiliated and disgraced right there flooded his mind, especially when he lost his

The Smith family made their way through the grand hall to the center of the commotion. By this time, the Hall was empty, and everyone was outside. Liam’s father, Richard Smith, was the first to approach, his stern face reflecting both concern and disbelief. “Victoria, what on earth is going on here?” Richard’s voice cut through the clamor. “Why is Nathan standing here, disrupting this event? We thought he was out of your lives for good.” Victoria turned to face him, her face flushed with anger and desperation. “My in-law, it’s nothing but a pathetic display from someone we thought was out of our lives forever. "Nathan, our former son-in-law, is back, trying to make a scene and ruin our engagement ceremony.” "He cannot just let go of the fact that Claire no longer wants him" Richard’s eyes narrowed as he took in Nathan’s imposing figure and the expensive entourage. “Is this the same Nathan we all dismissed as a failure? How did he come by all this wealth?” Victoria seize

Victoria, her pride shattered and her composure gone, clung to Nathan's legs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his expensive trousers. Her once-commanding presence had been reduced to that of a desperate, broken woman. Her eyes were pleading as they locked onto Nathan’s.“Please, Nathan, I’m begging you,” she cried, her voice hoarse with emotion. “This is all a misunderstanding! "I never meant for any of this to happen. I swear, I didn’t hire those men! Please, don’t let them take me away!”Nathan’s gaze was unrelenting. “It’s too late for your pleas, Victoria.""The evidence is clear, and the police are here to enforce that you pay for your crimes!” He glanced at the lead officer, who nodded in understanding.Claire, stood helplessly nearby, her face pale and her eyes filled with tears. She reached out to Nathan, her voice trembling. “Nathan, please, think of my mother’s legacy, our family’s reputation."" She’s made mistakes, but she’s not a killer.""Please, don’t do this.

“Look at this mess we're in,” Cynthia continued, her voice trembling. “It’s all falling apart. We’re losing everything.”Ivan Wilson, his face etched with frustration and helplessness, paced back and forth.His mind was racing, grappling with the sudden and brutal turn of events. He glanced at his father, Grandfather Wilson, whose stoic demeanor was starting to crack under the weight of the family's crumbling empire.“We are ruined,” Ivan finally cried out, his voice breaking. “Our business partners are already pulling out. They’re abandoning us.”The Wilson family was already starting to crumble after Nathan left the family; Victoria's dilemma only made things worse for them.Grandfather Wilson’s expression gradually changed to a mask of grim determination as he looked around at his family.He had spent decades building the Wilson legacy, and now it was crumbling before his eyes.His voice was steady, though tinged with despair. “We need to think clearly. We must find a way to get o

The owner's cold, piercing gaze locked onto Nathan's; he did not even bother to hide the disdain and contempt he had towards Nathan. "You..." he uttered, his voice dripping with scorn as he glared daggers at Nathan, who stood there composed and unflinching.The boutique owner in question was Mr. Nicholas, one of the top business owners in the South district of Prescott. He owned numerous businesses in the district, this boutique included, and the one where Victoria had left him to die when he lost his memory.Nicholas then whirled around to face his manager. "Are you tired of your job?" the owner demanded, his tone laced with fury."Just tell me so that I can fire you immediately!" he roared, the veins in his neck bulging as he barely contained his rage."S-sir?" the manager stammered, her eyes wide with bewilderment and fear as she struggled to comprehend why her boss was shouting at her with such anger, threatening to dismiss her on the spot."I don't understand, sir. What have I